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"You'll miss me when i'm dead"The Unhappy Man saidAs he shot himself in the head And he fell on the bedBlood splattered on the wallTo life he'd given his allBut he found it didn't workHe'd grown tired of being a jerk.

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Pallid rose cheeks amist white fog lineBeneath tender floating cloudsSailing endless mornings across endless skysWhile biological life forms in two-legged representations sound the call:"Good Morning!"With the eternal now, the sun risesOn a white beam of radiant energy Appearing in its characteristic dark blood red countenanceThe very same primeval light as seen by the Ancients 100,000 years agoThe very same light that was bathed in, worshiped inDiscovered in, made love in and marveled inBy mysterious and fickle short life-spanned passerbys With ignorance and gratitude and pain and pleasureand wealth and ilth and solitude and great public displaysSoaked firm in the multitude of Variety In charismatic forms, lines, shades and the cool colorsof Life in immediate felt experience.

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^^^Hahaha Yes.

The Creature wrote:

Pallid rose cheeks amist white fog lineBeneath tender floating cloudsSailing endless mornings across endless skysWhile biological life forms in two-legged representations sound the call:"Good Morning!"With the eternal now, the sun risesOn a white beam of radiant energy Appearing in its characteristic dark blood red countenanceThe very same primeval light as seen by the Ancients 100,000 years agoThe very same light that was bathed in, worshiped inDiscovered in, made love in and marveled inBy mysterious and fickle short life-spanned passerbys With ignorance and gratitude and pain and pleasureand wealth and ilth and solitude and great public displaysSoaked firm in the multitude of Variety In charismatic forms, lines, shades and the cool colorsof Life in immediate felt experience.

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Cosmic Saving Grace~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Whilst struggling blindly in cycles of the Mind's maelstromAnd battered by vulnerable winds of the Self's contemptAmist intruding psyches of harmful involuntary actionI was lifted by one soothing Angel's voice and touchAnd received with admiration and distant likenessLike the lost soul peering into its found oneComforted by late evening blessings of cosmologic synchronicityIn one of nature's many glorious forms called WomanWith her saving grace was the essence and presence of alchemical youthIn all its fine wistful glory; bright, young, beautiful, and radiantCarried by wings and joyful laughs and intellectual clarity!I smiled Love's smile and with joy thought to my Self"Oh how in love I am! And how unwise have I instantly become!Any man knows that He cannot be wise and in love at the same time.I'm a fool in search of dreams and idealist schemes.But mark yourself! Hesitate in caution before thy identify me As a naive child lost in moving, writhing ecstasyShifting forms into fantasy, ideas into action,For I only dream every dreamer's dream In high hope and in high love, forever in guidance by nature's most tender creature.The worlds revolutions of democratic peoples and mindful evolutionInevitably follow suit. The loved fool's insistence in his folly of joyIs divine wisdom disguised and hindered by doubtful devils.Love is the answer.

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The Creature wrote:

Cosmic Saving Grace~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Whilst struggling blindly in cycles of the Mind's maelstromAnd battered by vulnerable winds of the Self's contemptAmist intruding psyches of harmful involuntary actionI was lifted by one soothing Angel's voice and touchAnd received with admiration and distant likenessLike the lost soul peering into its found oneComforted by late evening blessings of cosmologic synchronicityIn one of nature's many glorious forms called WomanWith her saving grace was the essence and presence of alchemical youthIn all its fine wistful glory; bright, young, beautiful, and radiantCarried by wings and joyful laughs and intellectual clarity!I smiled Love's smile and with joy thought to my Self"Oh how in love I am! And how unwise have I instantly become!Any man knows that He cannot be wise and in love at the same time.I'm a fool in search of dreams and idealist schemes.But mark yourself! Hesitate in caution before thy identify me As a naive child lost in moving, writhing ecstasyShifting forms into fantasy, ideas into action,For I only dream every dreamer's dream In high hope and in high love, forever in guidance by nature's most tender creature.The worlds revolutions of democratic peoples and mindful evolutionInevitably follow suit. The loved fool's insistence in his folly of joyIs divine wisdom disguised and hindered by doubtful devils.Love is the answer.

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without going into details and wishing to bore you all stiff, i haven't been feeling myself of late thoughts wise so it 's therapy time and you know what that means a depressing bit of writing but think of it more as a song.

I can't do this anymorePick myself up off the floor, and stand up with a heart so soreCos when i hit the ground, there's a bad crunching sound, and i roll all around.I can't do this , i can't do this anymore

Why do i feel this way?Why do peope not know what to do or say?When i tell them how i feelThey have trouble believing that it's realAnd i can't take the painFeel like i'm always standing in the rainI can't go through this againI can't do this, I can't take this anymore

This time is the worstfeel my heart's gonna burst.Three times i've seen love turn to hateDon't tell me that it's just fateCome on death, i can't waitI can't take this, I won't make this anymore.

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Girl Of My Dreams

If you're reading this then one thing is certain i am dead. It doesn't matter who or what i was, it's not important at all. I lived a life like most, full of hopes,dreams and disapointments.As i got older i became more disillusioned with this fucking increasingly irritating, frustrating, dangerous world and become something of a recluse. i bought this modest place that you find me in now, overlooking one of the things i do love about this world. The sea. The sea the thing that is guaranteed to make me feel calm and all is right. I love it's look, it's sound,it's mood. It can be angry, vicious,Merciless,and above all mysterious. You think you can imagine all the creatures that live beneath it? I am going to tell you about something that came out of there that i could only think existed in a dreamand my hope is, it is a dream that now i am sleeping the eternal sleep, it will continue everlasting.i especially in the evenings liked to look out to sea and one night as i was doing so, i saw somethingthat made me reach for my binoculars. I looked out and could not believemy eyes. It was a woman swimming to shore, almost gliding. She stood up from the water, stepped onto the beach and looked up directly at me, it made me put down my binoculars, feel slightly embarrased and i turned away to do something else.A few minutes later, there was a tap on the window, i turned and it was her. My god she was beautiful, completely naked with raven dark hair, a sensous mouth, beautiful firm breasts, pale cheeks , but it was the eyes! The eyes were amazing, they seemed to change to different colours, the colours of the sea, blue, green, grey. I couldn't help it i opened the door. She stood there magnificently, a sight to behold and then walked slowly in, never taking those eyes off of me and i felt so so aroused, it's difficult to describe but she wrapped herself round me and proceeded to make love to me in the most beautiful way.Then when finished she smiled slightly and went without a word. I felt exhausted, as the hours passed i felt weak and slept. When i awoke i looked in the mirror and i looked quite pale and a little older. I just wanted to lie down and sleep and i did.The next evening at the same time, it happened again only this time it was even more beautiful and lasted longer, she was mounted on top of me, putting her head back and making little high pitched shrilling noises, that had a highly erotic effect on me, when i shot my load i never thought it would stop. events were the same after. I reliased that whatever this was, was sucking the life out of me. Did i care? No! not one bit.The third evening, the same events as the night before, again more frenzied and a beautiful experience. When i fell asleep i dreamt that i was in her body seeing what she saw in the sea when she was swimming it was all calm and serene. Then she spoke, spoke to me in my mind in a wonderful melodic voice."The next time i come to you, will be the last, but you will be with me forever, you will become part of me".So now here i am , i know it sounds like the rantings of a madman but it is true. I do not understand how or what or why this has happened to me but i do not care. I end this now, she is here tapping at the window, standing there looking in with those wonderful, wondeful eyes..............

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Ships of Fury (song/poem)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up this morningWiped tears from my eyesGrabbed my suitcase and prayed for rainI left some flowers on the table just the same.I didn't wanna leave, but I straighten'd my tieAnd I embraced the cold windblowin' over my mind.

There was no crew, I'm forever the guestMy belongings were my own, there was no chest.Ships of fury are sailing WestThey leave behind the golden best.

Folks at home, folks at sea.Folks in the country, fellows in the city. I wish em' best and I love em' allEven the ones that bruised my face and got me nowhere at allIf they really knew me, they'll know where to callI left my number on every wall.

My furied temper is leaving friends behindAnd lovers so wistful that not a single passage can bindTheir bright memories and fading laughs in kindWith her long smooth legs sitting on top of mine.

Never thought I'd sail so far just to see it endWhen the circus would pack its crewWhen life would play is route with youLeaving me standing frozen like life will doThinking back to when I was a just baby freshly born and new.

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@thanks again, P. "Ships of Fury" is one of the best I've done, in my opinion.

Just wrote this off the top of my head:

A Eulogy for My Beard~~~~~~~~~~~~~The beard is holyThe beard is wiseBut as they sayEvery good beard must dieAnd in his placeIs the clean shaven faceThat is the unholy, The unwise,and the more capable of lies.The whiskers, we must not forgetThat in the midst of their hairy flightTheir good philosopher's had stroked them rightBut then the whiskers, when their time was nighThey did fall scattered on the sink with an airy sighAnd there's no shame, fellow beards, no shame to cry.